Good Boy

As I lay on the soft fur rug, I thought to myself, "He should be walking in the door any minute. He always loves to find me anxiously awaiting his arrival. I was on my right side with my bare skin glistening in the candlelight. My body felt chills from the night air. My nipples were hard and perky, and my long brown hair draped around me and down my body. I breathed heavily because I was nervous. My waist curved down to my hip where my pelvis bone yearned to be pulled against his. My legs slightly touched each other as they rested, for now—I knew it would be a long night. My toes curled as I started to caress my stomach and slide my hand down to find the pure aching and throbbing of my vagina, longing for his strong hand to begin the adventure.

That's when I heard the footsteps coming closer. I closed my eyes to try to calm myself as I heard him approaching the door. The room lights were off and only a few candles lit his way to me. As I heard the doorknob turn, I could hear him breathing, almost groaning for me. He came closer to me, and my brown eyes finally met his. We could both see the longing and waiting but wanted to go slow and take in every second we had together.

I looked up at him and whispered, "Be a 'Good Boy.'" (It's an inside nickname joke between us that turns him on.)

He gently held my hand and pulled me up onto my knees. From there, I loosened his belt and started unbuttoning and unzipping his pants, teasing him while staring up in his eyes. (He loves my eyes, as I do his. Sometimes I feel as though he can see my every thought.) With my teeth, I eased his shirt up just enough to get my tongue and lips on his skin. I started kissing him right above his pelvis bone, making my way ever so slowly up and down.

He started to get wet with pre-cum. I was moaning softly as he ran his fingers through my hair, using it to pull me closer, wanting more. He pulled his shirt off, and I helped take his pants off until he kicked them across the floor.

He couldn't keep his hands from grabbing my thighs and pulling me up, lifting me off the floor to straddle him. With his left hand holding my ass, my legs cinched around his waist, and my ankles locked around his back, he used his right hand to help his cock find its way. I moved my hips and ass to help him bury his cock slowly, ohhhhh, so slowly and deep inside me. I took it all. I wanted it all. I had been waiting for it all.

My breasts pressed against his strong hairy chest as my nipples grazed him. I could feel his heart pounding and hear his deep breathing; he never said a word except for my first and middle name in a deep whisper.

He thrust me back and forth and up and down as I helped by using my arms around his neck and my hips to pull in and out. It was messy. I was drenching him in cum, and he was enjoying the dirtiness, as well. Sticky, wet pre-cum soaked our bodies as we continued making passionate love. Our naked skin touched and rubbed up against each other. The acceptance of each other for everything we are in the moment felt perfect.

He carefully brought me over to the bed, laid me down on my back, and pulled out to go down on me. His tongue swirled on my body as he made his way down to my clit. His tongue flicked back and forth as I pushed his head in. He knows I love masturbating, and my clit gladly receives and accepts anything he has to offer. His tongue and even his teeth got the best of me as he nibbled, making me blush and laugh in the darkness. His tongue lashed its way into my glory hole.

"Mmmmm-mmmmm," he said. He loved the taste, the sweetness.

As his tongue went faster, I began to grow closer. I pushed my legs out, pointed my toes, and screamed his name in pure bliss.

He is like an animal in bed. Like a tiger, taking charge when the time is right and having his way with me.

"Oh, shit!" I screamed. I made his face wet. As my cum ran out of me, he licked and sucked it all. He loved it and smiled with delight.

Then came my favorite part—me taking charge of him when it's time. He lets me, and I love him for it. As I pushed him back on the bed, his head hit the pillow. The softness of the white blanket felt good on my knees as I straddled him reverse cowgirl. I sat on his stomach and pushed my ass in the direction of his face. He tried to touch, but I wouldn't let him. I pushed his hand down and away. It drove him crazy not to just grab me up and fuck me the way he wanted. But I made him wait.

With my tongue, I returned the oral favor to his cock. Then I licked and sucked his balls before pressing my lips firmly against his shaft, climbing to his cock head. Opening my mouth, I slid his cock as deep as I could go, gagging somewhat as he thrust his hips upwards. He knows that excites me. (We also have fun talking about it later. It's sexy when I gag—I trust him.) I used my right hand to guide my mouth; it keeps him going and wanting more. The fingers of my left hand reached underneath me. With my ass on his chest, he could watch me fingering myself.

He pulled my hair back and grasped it tightly. With his other hand, he began to touch my ass, and I felt his fingers start to make their way towards my asshole. He then asked if that would be okay with me. (He always makes sure I am comfortable, even though he knows I trust him completely with any part of my body.) He wanted to explore, and it was fine with me.

He fingered my asshole using my cum. He slid his finger down beside mine in my vagina to get it wet and then slip it into my asshole, staying just at the opening.

It was turning me on! This new feeling intrigued me. My body quivered with excitement as I fingered myself and sucked him to the edge. All that we could hear was each other breathing heavily.

He was ready. He pulled me around and laid me down on my back with my legs over his shoulders, pelvis up. He began to fuck me good. It's harder for me to take it in this position, but it's rewarding being able to see his build-up.

"Ahhhh, ahhhhhhh! Fuck me," I said. "Harder, harder."

He did. His eyes rolled back as he came, his body shaking with complete satisfaction. Cum filled me up and spilled out.

I gladly licked what was left on his cock. We kissed and began to make out as I lay on top of him for the next few hours. We lay there naked, wrapped up in the sheets, kissing and talking about anything and everything. We often licked each other's cum, laughing about it. We made out the rest of the night, knowing we would go for round two as soon as we got the energy.

He ending the night sucking and kissing my neck as my body lay on his. I love how we are completely ourselves with one another and I am so thankful for him.

He was a Good Boy that night.

The End.